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Chapter Twelve: Some Other Time

After sending Jen on her way, Corrie went inside the main house to find something to do. There was little cleaning left to do after everyone had left. She tidied up the kitchen, where the dishes from her and Jen’s dinner were still laying around and fussed with the couch pillows for a little while in the living room. When the main floor was spotless and she was satisfied that there was no mess for Nana to click her tongue at she settled in on the couch with a book.

Corrie had read no more than five pages when the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“It’s me,” Jen replied quickly.

“Did you forget something?”

“Probably, but that’s not why I’m calling.”

Corrie leaned against the kitchen counter, “What can I do for you? You barely left an hour ago.”

“I just wanted to tell you, to stop reading and go--”

“I’m not reading!”

“Liar. Stop reading and go next door to see what Tim is doing.”

She sighed, “Why are you bugging me about this?”

“Because I can.”

“Goodbye.”

“Don’t you dare hang up on me!”

“Jen, I’m not up here to make friends.”

“You two are all ready friends. Now I want you to flirt with him.”

“I have not reason to go over there.”

“Tell him you need help changing a light bulb.”

Corrie laughed at the sheer ridiculousness of that comment, “I’ll think about it.”

“Don’t think. Do.”

“Okay fine.”

“You’re lying to me,” Jen said knowingly. “Think of it this way. By getting to know Tim better, you’ll actually be helping me out. ‘Cause if you two are cool, then I have an in with all his hot construction buddies. So as a favor to me, I think that you should go and see what Timmy’s up to.”

“You’re calling him Timmy now?”

“Corrie don’t be so fucking boring.”

“I really don’t--”

“If you don’t go over there and have verbal contact with him tonight, then I won’t come up for the rest of the summer.”

It was probably an idle threat, Corrie knew better. But Jen managed to sound very convincing and she was stubborn as hell. “Okay fine,” she replied dejectedly.

“Fabulous! I’ll call ya later,” Jen said and clicked off her cell phone.

Corrie hung up the phone and dawdled towards the boathouse. Once she got up to the attic, she pulled on a pair of Seven jeans with the white t-shirt she was already wearing. As she was on her way out the door she spotted Tim’s gray sweatshirt and grabbed it, now she had a valid excuse for going to see him.

“Hi,” Corrie said shyly as she crossed through the tree line.

Tim was sitting at the fire pit by himself, staring out at the lake.

“Hey, I was wondering if you might show up tonight. Did all your guests go home?”

“Yep,” she replied as she made her way closer to the fire and him.

“Have a seat.”

Corrie sat down in the dilapidated lawn chair next to him and watched the fire flicker and crackle. “Oh, I brought back your sweatshirt.” She handed it to him and he draped it over the back of his chair.

“So how long have you guys been staying next door?”

“Here,” Tim handed Corrie the same gray sweatshirt she’d given back to him only an hour ago. “You look like you’re getting cold.” They’d been sitting and chatting by the fire for quite a while, discussing the cottagers in the area and stories about her childhood summers there.

“Thanks.” Corrie pulled the top over her head and smoothed her hair down. “I didn’t think I’d be over here this long.”

“Your grandmother won’t be worried about you will she?”

“Oh, no she’s not back yet, not until tomorrow. I have the place to myself tonight.”

“I take it that’s a rare occurrence.”

“Definitely.”

“You don’t have to stay and keep me company then. If you were looking forward to having the place to yourself, you should take advantage,” Tim told her.

Corrie smiled, “I’m enjoying myself right here.”

“Good,” Tim smiled back.

“We’ve got to stop talking about the cottage and the lake,” Corrie said after telling another story. “I barely know anything about you.”

“There’s not much to tell.”

“Where did you grow up?”

“Ancaster, about an hour from Toronto.”

“I think that’s close by my school.”

“McMaster right?”

“Yea.”

“So you grew up in Ancaster. In a two parent household?”

“Yep.”

“Brothers or sisters?” Corrie asked, watching the moon as it reflected on the lake.

“One brother, three years younger. His name is Brandon.”

“Do you two get along?”

“Most of the time.”

“Public or private school?”

“Public school all the way, my dad didn’t really believe in paying for things that the government provided all ready,” Tim leaned back in his chair, tipping the front legs off the ground.

“What do your parents do?”

“Dad’s in the construction business. Mom was a decorator for a while, but she gave that up a few years ago,” Tim answered, yawning a little at the end.

Corrie checked her watch casually. It was nearly one in the morning. “Oh no, you’re working in the morning aren’t you? I shouldn’t be keeping you up.”

“Why not? This is nice,” he said, hiding another yawn behind his hands.

“Yea but if you’re tired tomorrow it’ll be all my fault.”

“I’ll make sure to tell my boss that tomorrow if I’m dragging my ass that it’s the neighbor’s fault,” he laughed but stood up and put the fire out anyways.

Corrie watched the smoke from the extinguished fire swirl upwards. “This was fun,” she stood up from her chair. “I guess I’ll talk to you later.”

“Hey wait a sec, I’ll walk you back to your place.”

She didn’t remind him that she had spent every summer up here since she was practically an egg and that had stopped using a flashlight to find her way around the year she was thirteen. She didn’t tell him because when he stepped around the lawn chairs and put his hand on her back she nearly melted in to the pine needles on the ground.

Neither of them said anything as they made their way through the trees, or across the lawn.

When they reached the bottom of the stairs to the boathouse attic Tim didn’t seem to be going anywhere. Corrie panicked, thinking that he was waiting to kiss her and quickly stepped away from him.

“Thanks for keeping me company,” he said as she stood awkwardly on the bottom step of the stairs.

“No problem.”

“Night.”

“Night,” she answered quietly and started walking up the stairs and Tim started heading back to his side of the property. “Tim, wait a sec.” He stopped and turned around. “I have you sweatshirt still!”

He waved, “Don’t worry. I’ll get it back some other time.”

“Some other time,” Corrie repeated quietly as she walked in to the attic and started to get ready for bed.